Here's a fun little story.
Meli and I were eating dinner this evening, the entree of choice being some delicious Niman Ranch Fearless Franks. At one point I found something in my mouth that didn't seem like it would normally be part of a hot dog (vague though the typical hot dog meat component list may be). When I unfurled it, it turned out to be this:
Curious. I retrieved the Fearless Franks package, intending to ascertain the customer service number in order to voice my concerns. That's when I realized what the little thing was.
What? Can't see it? Here's a more obvious shot.
Yes, it was a piece of a Fearless Franks label. In a Fearless Frank!
But wait! What's that poking out of the partially-eaten frank from whence the label bit came?
Can it be?
Can it be?
Can it be... another label bit?
Mayhaps. Let's take a look.
Indeed! I know! I'll use my fork to see just how many label bits made it into this particular specimen of tubed meat. The answer is...
More than I care to count. Goodnight, everybody.